Notes from Cairo

(I’m currently travelling, and instead of bringing you one of my polished, pre-thought out articles, I thought I might just take you with me instead. Bring you on my journey, as scatty and raw and wild as it might be.)

I stand in front of the pyramids and drag my eyes from top to bottom. The same sense of wonder beats through me as when I was a kid seeing them for the first time. I used to drive past the pyramids every single day on the way to and from work, and even then, I was still floored by them. You cannot drive past the seventh ancient wonder of the world twice a day and feel normal. You cannot stare at that much history and not be reminded of your own. I think back to the man I used to drive home to and wonder if his wife, the one he was engaged to while we were together, is okay. I imagine she knew as little as I did. The only thing that separates us is I got out and she didn’t. I hope she’s okay.